Up among the heather in the hills of Benafee There's a neat little lass and her name is Mari-Mac And make no mistake she's the girl I'm gonna track Lots of other fellas try to get her on the back. But I'm thinkin' they'll have to get up early. Mari-Macs

When the pressure's building for a great white hope And the pressure's building 'til it takes you whole Can you go back on your own word? See the way we all run When we know it all off by heart Do you give up things you love? Why don't you tell me What

I was searching You were on a mission Then our hearts combined like A neutron star collision I have nothing left to lose You took your time to choose Then we told each other With no trace of fear that Our love would be forever

There I was, now here I am I got off track, I made mistakes Back slid my way into that place where souls get lost Lines get crossed And the pain won't go away I hit my knees, now here I stand I came up out of the water Raise my hands up to the father

Set the ball a-rollin' I'll be clicking off the miles On the Train of Consequences My boxcar life of style My thinking is derailed I'm tied up to the tracks The Train of Consequences There ain't no turning back I'm doing you a favor

Take me to Texas I’m a child of the Alamo and the Yellow Rose Take me to Texas, on the open range The Rio Grande is in my veins It’s heaven there and so my prayer Is that you’ll take me anywhere in Texas The only home I know So when I go Two hundred

I'm going away for a bit, when I'm back (Sounds of the sir) Nobody's saying my name on a track When I get nervous, man, I start merking "Skengman 5" when I'm under attack Should've thought twice before you opened your trap

That's the thoughts of a fool thinking out loud I had a love and it was all mine I drove her out, I must've been blind She loved me so, but I was untrue She's gone for good, what can I do? There's not a thing that I can say about her Except I don't know

Some people laugh in the dark, Some people cry alone. Some people talk without sayin' a thing, And everything turns out gloomy. Some people count your money, Someone is countin' your days. And somebody got to keep track of your mind. When everything

A composer but never composed 'I'm just the man on the balcony singing': "Nobody will ever remember me," Rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees Lunatic of a god or a god of a lunatic? Oh, their faces are dancing They're dancing til Til they can't stand